LUCY’S POVI never thought that the man I called my mate would be the one to destroy me. I still remember the moment it all started, that moment my life shifted from something that looked normal to a waking nightmare. Alenjro and I had been distant for years. His coldness and his cruelty keep growing worse every day. But I was still his mate. I was bound to him, despite the emptiness in our bond.That day, I was heading back to the house after staying with Shenaya for weeks, Shenaya didn't want me to go so I lied to her that I was going to fly back to Rome that day but I had gone back to the house hoping to fix things with Alenjro. That was the day my life changed into a piece of trash.As soon as I entered the room the men whose faces I was unable to see grabbed me round the wrists. Initially, I thought it was one of Alenjro’s cruel pranks designed to leave me feeling helpless and weak, but it wasn’t a joke. The grip around my neck increased and I felt a blade piercing my skin. My ey
Andrew's POVThe dense mist clung to the trees like a ghostly veil as I dragged Zoey’s limp body through the forest, her small frame heavy from the sedative I’d given her. The cave we had battled in felt like a distant memory, though my body still ached from the duel. Zoey had surprised me. I underestimated her power, and I couldn’t stop replaying the moment when she, just a pup, had outmaneuvered me with magic.How had she won? She was nothing but an inexperienced witch, a baby compared to the centuries-old magic I had learned from my godmother, Elara. I was certain something or someone else was fueling her power. Perhaps Skylar—Aiden's mate and a skilled witch—had secretly connected her power to Zoey. Whatever it was, I needed answers, and I needed to control Zoey before she could become an even greater threat. I looked down at her peaceful face as we made our way through the thick brush. Her hair was matted with dirt, and she looked harmless now, but the battle played again in my
Shenaya's POVThe morning chill had soaked the air surrounding our house when I woke up and decided to look out the window gazing at the stretch of greenery in the distance. It's been a few weeks since I got back from the perverted cave where Andrew trapped me and Zoey and the saddest part of this is the fact that we are still yet to find them. Aunt Belle once mentioned that the reason we couldn't find them was probably because they were cloaked. Since the time I came back, I had been having the same dream over and over again about Zoey. Even now her eyes, those wide, scared eyes, were in front of me. The dream was about Zoey walking alone in the dark and trying to run away, saw the circle of glazed eyes, witches calling her name, and terrible screams that clearly resonated in the depths of my spirit.I clutched the cold wooden frame of the window more tightly. There was a vague smell of pine and soil through the air, but it meant nothing to the knot inside me. I had never been as cl
Shenaya's POVThe atmosphere around us was clearly evil and the wind grew stronger to become a tornado that could lash like angry devils. The witches’ magic just kept building, and the hair on the back of my neck was all standing straight on end, but now I didn’t care. I felt Zoey standing next to me, she made me feel secure in a manner that I gained some power. We weren’t alone. We had each other and that is what it meant when two people decided they would fight together.Zoey is the main character, she’s just a pup, and she begins to glow with her eyes turning a deep blue. She was panting slightly and sat up, lifting her hands to call into being the magic that ran through her body. I could sense the primal energy rising within her to combat the evil, I could hear probing at us for weakness.The witches began to emit a terrifying version of cackling, giving off the darkness that materialized in and out of their bodies like lightning striking on a dark night. Some of them rushed forwa
Aiden's POVIt was rather damp, as i could smell the rain, the sky above us was getting darker and darker. There was the low growling of thunder in the ferment and the wind rose and waltzed through the trees. I stood at the edge of the forest looking further down the path that our group seemed to take. The mud around me felt like I was several layers beneath my boots as I tried to walk through it. We got so close, so close to Elara’s hut. Everyone knew Elara, the witch who lived in an Isolated part of the forest. Sometimes her hut will be visible and sometimes her hut is nowhere to be found. I was surprised when Shenaya told me she once took care of her when we thought she had died.Beside me, I heard the soft sound of Shenaya’s footsteps. They were calm and assertive, though the going got extremely tough. We hadn’t really stood side by side like that since that night we marked each other. Just when we settled things between us and were ready to be a family again a new problem arose.
Shenaya's POVThe wind was gusting at my back, thin and sharp and far too dangerous to be part of nature rather than being a result of sorcery. The world between man and the spirits was not similar to the physical world in any way. It was our world’s distorted mockery, where all seemed illogical and the continuum, let alone time, was rather distorted. Suddenly, I began running and, with heaving breaths, My paws hit the hard and uneven ground as I book it.’ In the distance I heard Zoey’s cries – but they were weak, weak with frustration. My heart was pounding to its sound but I couldn’t afford to be distracted. I was in my wolf form, racing against the clock to rescue her soul.I hadn’t wanted to come here—not like this, not in wolf form. But there was no other choice. Andrew had taken her, stolen my daughter’s soul, and hidden her away in this forsaken place. And Andrew… The very thought of him made my blood boil. The father of my child, the man who was supposed to protect her, had tu
Andrew's POVThe air in Paris had its unique feel or, may be, weight to it as I began to get near the old house where those witches had been captured. The building was old and shabby, its very gloomy and deserted looking, with broken windows and plants crawling up dilapidated walls. It was here that Elara told me the way to the power I’d been seeking for so long. Elara had warned me several times about this place not to come for this power because she thought it would drain me and i would be lost forever. She even threatened to cut ties with me if i ever disobeyed her but all was just a lie. When i become the most power person alive, what would i need her for, she would be the one rolling and begging to come back into my life. Elara never knew what I required, what I was due for. I wasn’t going to let Aiden and Shenaya have all the fun with their proud victory. I was created for something better than this.I opened the door slightly and stepped into the dark room. Inside, the room was
Andrew's POVI knew something was off because Skylar told me I could not enter the spirit world unless I give up my wolf but Shenaya was there in her wolf form. I returned to the physical world and made my way back to the stench house of death. The stuffiness of the air and the chill that crept into my bone marrow made me a little shiver, I am now an ordinary man without his wolf so it's easy for me to be scared. My head started spinning, My body was still reeling from the lack of the wolf. This is what I was talking about, POWER! Power that could make the impossible possible, but instead of power coursing through me, I felt empty, I was an echo of the man I used to be. My wolf was gone, and in its stead, I was left feeling nothing. The little spirits of the ancestors that were inside me were raging and eager but without the soul of Zoey, they were powerless. Their power was incomplete.I walked through the hallways and I struggled with the dizziness that seemed to be lingering around